I jogged a half mile today, and I didn’t die. I wasn’t timing myself, and I didn’t have a distance in my mind. In fact, I only stopped because Lucky had to poop, and once I stopped, my legs kind of felt like Jell-o.
Judging from my iPod, I’d have to guesstimate that I ran it in 5 minutes, give or take. I know I ran through a whole song that was 3 minutes, 45 seconds, plus a bit of time before that and for part of a song after that. Very scientific, I know.
